Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
"Thank you all for coming to celebrate my daughter Marilina's eighteenth birthday."
As soon as the King finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.
"Your Majesty, since it is Princess Mary's birthday, we have yet to see her!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, please let us see the esteemed Princess!"
Some nobles below joked half-heartedly.
On the second floor, Lin Han held his breath, focused intently.
Is Marilina a character from Han Fei's book?
Lin Han muttered to himself, but his peripheral vision was drawn to the dozens of armored statues standing motionless on either side of the hall.
King Senbo, hearing the teasing remarks from the audience, smiled calmly.
"Please don’t rush; my daughter is a bit shy and needs some time."
Moments later, the high curtain at the center stage was drawn back, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, a graceful figure emerged.
A sound of swallowing echoed through the crowd. Who in the kingdom did not know that Princess Mary was as beautiful as a fairy? Everyone had come to this banquet hoping to catch a glimpse of her charm. As they saw the beauty up close, many stepped forward.
As the curtain lifted, Marilina's exquisite figure appeared beneath the Light Veil Beads Curtain. However, Lin Han frowned tightly; he still could not see her face.
Should I force my way through?
Lin Han quickly pondered in his mind. Dealing with these puppets would not be difficult, but those ten or so Armor Sculptures below made him hesitate.
Just then, a sudden voice rang out.
"Oh, my beautiful Princess! Please allow me to play a piece for you to express my endless admiration!"
As the nobles below whispered among themselves, this voice sounded jarringly out of place.
King Senbo furrowed his brow, a look of contemplation flashing in his eyes as he turned to see who had spoken—the Yong Youxing Poet.
"Who are you? I don’t recall anyone like you being invited to such a grand banquet. Soldiers, take him away!"
Senbo's expression turned cold, and Lin Han on the second floor seized the moment to react.
"Hahaha."
Merlin's aged, hoarse voice echoed, casting an eerie atmosphere over the banquet. King Senbo turned his attention toward him.
"Merlin the Mage, what do you mean by that?"
Lin Han pondered for a moment and then mimicked the tone of a character from a play. "My dear King Senbo, don't you find this rather amusing? I suggest we let him play a tune. If he doesn't perform well, we can simply throw him out."
As Lin Han spoke, he feigned a look of great interest. After a moment of contemplation, King Senbo waved his hand at the Bard, who had been lifted by the guards.
The guards set the Bard down, and he flashed a knowing smile at Lin Han. At that moment, Lin Han nodded quietly.
Qian Yixuan transformed into the Bard and slowly raised the flute at his waist. Harlindman’s Nong Di Ren talent quietly activated.
The melodious sound of the flute enveloped the crowd, plunging them into a brief state of confusion; even King Senbo's eyes momentarily glazed over.
Lin Han breathed a sigh of relief as his gaze naturally shifted to the figure obscured by the Light Veil Beads Curtain. His pupils contracted in surprise.
The figure remained still until the piece concluded, and Qian Yixuan, now in the form of the Bard, began to show signs of strangeness on his face.
Comment 0 Comment Count